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… I’m back.
And guess what, I didn’t have a break. Nope.
Something ‘urgent’ came up that required a bunch of us to work through.
Though whether the the person responsible for making us work through the national holiday has the same definition of urgent as me is still under debate.
Actually it isn’t, but in the interests of still being able to pay my mortgage, I will shut up.
Not to mention the fact everyone has heard my POV on this situation. A lot. Ha.
What made it worse was poor little Otis got ill over the week.
What first seemed like a small thing got worse.
No where near as bad as some of my friends have experienced with their kids, but bad all the same and I felt utterly helpless.
I looked at him and he looked so vulnerable. Of course he did, because despite being a big, happy, bouncing boy … he is.
And what kills me is that when he looked at me, I knew he was doing it thinking he was safe because I am someone who loves him and will protect them and then there’s this moment where you realise that to do that, you will have to make him endure some things that are going to be horrible.
It’s the worst feeling of confliction in the World.
The good news is he’s on the mend and he’s going to be fine [and on a much lesser scale, the work we did is going to be awesome] so I’m going to take the week I missed out on very soon, which means you will all have another 5 days of blog freedom from me to look forward in the very near future.
Now I appreciate you may have got used to a higher standard of blog commentary while I was away … a higher standard of general sophistication … a higher standard of intellect … so because I’m so compassionate, I’m going to ease you back into the bottom of the barrel.
Until tomorrow.
And with that, I leave you with this.
Enjoy … if that is the right choice of word.
[Which is isn’t. At all]
